Zack Eswine has done a fantastic job of researching and compiling Spurgeon's thoughts on the nature of depression and how to view it biblically. Spurgeon faced depression throughout his life, fluctuating between high mountains and low valleys until his death, and this lifelong battle enabled him to embrace fellow depressive sufferers with great depths of empathy, anchored in the heart of Christ.
I personally found the constant melding of Spurgeon's quotes with Eswine's commentary to be a bit disorienting at times. It was also the rare book I found too short, which is a testament to the merit of this project. Overall, a solid treatment of "Spurgeon's sorrows." As someone who regularly struggles with depressive tendencies, I found this encouraging.
Some of my favorite quotes (I identified which quotes are all Spurgeon's words or all Eswine's words):
"The mind can descend far lower than the body, for in it there are bottomless pits. The flesh can bear only a certain number of wounds and no more, but the soul can bleed in ten thousand ways, and die over and over again each hour." - Spurgeon, pg. 16
"We do not profess that the religion of Christ will so thoroughly change a man as to take away from him all his natural tendencies; it will give the despairing something that will alleviate that despondency, but as long as that is caused by a low state of body, or a diseased mind, we do not profess that the religion of Christ will totally remove it. No, rather, we do see every day that amongst the best of God’s servants, there are those who are always doubting, always looking to the dark side of every providence, who look at the threatening more than at the promise, who are ready to write bitter things against themselves." - Spurgeon, pg. 25
"In contrast to those who would tell you to get stronger and plead your strengths with God, Charles counters and tells us the opposite: “Let your weakness plead with God through Jesus Christ.”26 His mercies are large enough, deep enough, wide enough, high enough to hold secure what you cannot. Grace for your need rises to the occasion (Heb. 4:12). Your hope is not your health but His ability to be the strength you need." - pg. 26
"Remember to account for one’s context of life. Slow your judgment down. “When you see men faint, do not blame them. Perhaps, by their faintness, they have proved of what stuff they are made. They have done as much as flesh and blood can do, and therefore they are faint.”16 Who knows what multiplied sorrows they’ve endured? Remember, it has required more faith for some to do less than you. Some “need not be afraid of the Slough of Despond, for they carry a slough within their own hearts, and are never out of it, or it is never out of them.” There is “much to admire” in the perseverance required of these dear ones and in the Savior who cares for them. Our hearts need compassion. “Trembling fellow pilgrims, we would play the harp for you, that, if possible you may forget your fears awhile; and if you cannot altogether rise superior to your glooms, yet may you, for this hour at least, take unto yourselves the wings of eagles and mount above the mists of doubt.” - pg. 33
"The soul is broken in pieces, lanced, pricked with knives, dissolved, racked, pained. It knows not how to exist when it gives way to fear. Up, Christian! You are of a sorrowful countenance; up and chase your fears. Why would you be ever groaning in your dungeon? Why should Giant Despair forever beat you with his Crabtree cudgel? Up! Drive him away!21 How? In essence, we use the phrase, “you might be right, but Jesus.” You might be right, things are worse than I thought, but Jesus! You might be right, all is lost, but Jesus! You might be right, I am abandoned, but Jesus! You might be right, I am forfeit, but Jesus! You might be right, I should stay down, but Jesus! You might be right, it would be too late for me, but Jesus! You might be right, I am out of reach, but Jesus! You might be right, I am a sinner, but Jesus! You might be right, they might be better off without me, but Jesus! You might be right, I could deserve to die, but Jesus! We plead not ourselves, but the promises of Jesus; not our strengths but His; our weaknesses yes, but His mercies. Our way of fighting is to hide behind Jesus who fights for us. Our hope is not the absence of our regret, or misery or doubt or lament, but the presence of Jesus. “Doubting Castle may be very strong, but he who comes to fight with Giant Despair is stronger still!” - pg. 34
"Most sufferers cannot “be dismissed with just a word of hope and a dose of medicine, but require a long time in which to tell their griefs and to receive their comfort.” An “easy work and a hasty word” will not do. No matter how much sympathy we offer, it doesn’t help. In short, depression reminds us that “there is a limit to human power ... God alone can take away the iron when it enters into the soul.” - pg. 42
"There are a great many of you who appear to have a large stock of faith, but it is only because you are in very good health and your business is prospering. If you happened to get a disordered liver, or your business should fail, I should not be surprised if nine parts out of ten of your wonderful faith should evaporate." - Spurgeon, pg. 55
"At other times, promises spoken bring no felt relief at all. Like a toy fan in the desert, their batteries are dead. We clutch the toy fan while the heat drains our life away. In such times, Charles reminds us from experience that the effectiveness of God’s promise does not depend upon our ability to feel it or see it. Just as the captive’s hope for rescue depends not on her ability to recognize her rescuer or to reach out, but on the soldier’s ability to remove what binds her and carry her to safety. The promise itself and the One who made it secure its anchor, even though at times we ourselves seem abandoned to the waves and tossed helplessly in our boats." - Eswine, pg. 72
"Promises aren’t magic. They resemble love letters more than incantations, statements of truth more than immunity passes. They often forge, not a pathway for escape from life, but an enablement to endure what assails us." - Ewsine, pg. 75
"The melancholy life thrives when it marathons instead of sprints, or when it sprints often, only to rest often. You needn’t try to do “the most things” in “the fastest ways” anymore. To resist this is to have seasons of rest and nature forced upon us by breakdown." - Eswine, pg. 81